Originally the idea came from a local radio station. They kept "The List", a list of phrases said during the week that stood on their own and were funny as hell. They were phrases that not only inspired giggles and snorts, but frequently prompted the question "what brought THAT up?" When playing on a messageboard I would frequently see something that would remind me of The List. Finally I broke down and started recording them. I've done this for about four years... five years? It's been a while. Lo and behold I'm noticing the same thing in the blog world. So why not? Let's have our quotables recorded!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Quotes - February 5, 2011

The Bloggess    : I pointed out that unexpected pandas are good practice for when you have a home invasion because if you aren’t rattled by spontaneous pandas then you’re probably going to be able to keep your cool during the zombie apocalypse.

Fetch My Flying Monkeys    : What kind of hippy voodoo bullshit is this?

Funny or Snot    : If he's not walking by Thursday, he's going to a different kind of church.  You know the kind where they slap the sick kid on the forehead and cry "Heal Child".  I need a professional because it didn't work when I tried it at home.

As Cape Cod Turns    : we called it "musical beds"

Motherhood Uncensored    : I know a few people who need to be put in a "LOL" time out.

Lola is 40    : At what point does a backyard officially become a cemetery?


  1. Why thank-you! We actually played musical beds again last night :)

  2. Thanks for quoting me! However, I think I clarification might be necessary. I was talking about burying family pets...not people. No need to call the police, readers! And besides, it's not like we've buried THAT many pets (AHEM).

  3. So I'm not supposed to be burying people in my backyard?

  4. Jenny, only if it's just between us...and I'm pretty sure it is. SHHHHHH!

  5. You should add this one from ~Pink Snails and Puppy Dog Tails~
    "My psyche has become tough and leathery – something akin to mama Duggar’s nipples, I suppose (I mean, really, how does one nurse 87 children back to back and not develop areolas that rival the worlds' finest tepee hide?)"